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 Syria and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.