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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.