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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.