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 Greece 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.