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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.