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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.