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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.