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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.