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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.