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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.