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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.