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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.