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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
JFA,
Fear,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.