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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 organ 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.