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 United States and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Television,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.