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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.