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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.