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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Skriet,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.