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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.