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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.