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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.