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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
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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.