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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.