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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.