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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.