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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.