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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.