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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.