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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
MC5,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.