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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.