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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.