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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
New Order,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.