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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.