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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.