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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.