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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
CMW,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.