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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Crime,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Aswad,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.