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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Smog,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.