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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.