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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.