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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Bologna and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.