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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.