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 Israel 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.