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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.