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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Pagans 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.