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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
EPMD,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.