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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.