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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Nico 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.