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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.