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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.