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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.