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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.