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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.