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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.