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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.