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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.