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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.