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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.