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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.