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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.