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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.