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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.