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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.