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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.