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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
MDC,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.