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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
The Names,
Mars,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.