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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Liliput,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.