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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.