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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Fear,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.