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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.