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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.