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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.