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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.