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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.