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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker 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?
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.