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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.