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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.