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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.