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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.