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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.