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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Moebius,
MDC,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.