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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.