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 Palau 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
10cc,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.