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 Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
X-102,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.