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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.