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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.