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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.