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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.