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 Armenia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.