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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.