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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.