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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Fear,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.