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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.