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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.