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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.