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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
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.