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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Crime,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.