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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.