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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.