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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.