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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.