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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.