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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.