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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.