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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.