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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.