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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.