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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.