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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth 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 grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.