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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.