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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Deakin,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Can,
Pagans,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.