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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.