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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Roxette,
ABC,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Fear,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.