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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.