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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.