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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
PIL,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.