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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.