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 Cambodia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.