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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Yaz,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.