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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.