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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.