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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Magma,
MC5,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.