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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.