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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.