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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.