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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.