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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.