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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
MC5,
Yellowson,
PIL,
DNA,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.