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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.