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 Germany and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.