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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.