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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.