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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Organ,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.