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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.