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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.