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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Q65,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.