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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Index,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.