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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace 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?
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.