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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Visage,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.