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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.