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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
UT,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.