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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
DNA,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
JFA,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.