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 Djibouti 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Can,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.