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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.