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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.