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 Laos and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Erasure 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.