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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.