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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.