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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.