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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
PIL,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Nas,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.