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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.