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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.