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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
The Names,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.