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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Aswad,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.