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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.