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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.