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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Japan,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.