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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Evens to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.