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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.