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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.