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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.