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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.