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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
UT,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
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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.