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 Haiti and from New York.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
The Move,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
June Days,
Excepter,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.