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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.