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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.