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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Television,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.