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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Outsiders,
UT,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.