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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.