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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.