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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.