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 Peru 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.