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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.