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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.