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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.