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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.