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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls 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?
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.