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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.