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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.