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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
the Normal,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.