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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
The Residents,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.