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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.