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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.