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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.