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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.