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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.