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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
cv313,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.