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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.