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 Morocco and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.