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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.