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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.