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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.