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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Index,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.