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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.