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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.