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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.