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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.