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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Faust,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.