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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.