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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.