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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.