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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.