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 Japan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.