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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.