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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.