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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.