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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Fugs to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.