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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.