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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
PIL,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.