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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.