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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Q65,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.