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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.