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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.