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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Franke,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.