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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.