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 Norway 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.