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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.