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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.