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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.