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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.