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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Lalann,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.