Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.