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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.