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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.