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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.