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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.