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 Iran 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.