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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.