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 Chile 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.