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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.