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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.