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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.