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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.