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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.