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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Index,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
MDC,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.