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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.