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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.