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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.