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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.