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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.