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 Burundi 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Kinks,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.