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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.