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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.