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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.