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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.