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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.