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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Nas,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.