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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Dirtbombs to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.