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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
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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.