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 Spain 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.