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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Slave,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.