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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.