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 Cameroon 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.