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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.