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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.