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 Gabon and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.