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 China and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Standells 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.