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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.