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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.