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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.