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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Crime,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.