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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.