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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
ABC,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Pole,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.