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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Erasure,
World's Most,
The Fall,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.