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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.