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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.