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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.