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 Bangladesh 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.