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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.