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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.