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 Belize and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.