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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.