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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.