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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.