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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.