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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.