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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.