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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.