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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.