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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.