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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
ABC,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.