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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.