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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.