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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.