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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.