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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.