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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.