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 Slovenia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s 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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Can,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.