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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.