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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.