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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Visage,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
June Days,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.