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 Romania 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.