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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Faust,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.