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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.