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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Echospace,
Chrome,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Index,
Japan,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.