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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.