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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.