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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Magma,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.