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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Scion to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.