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 United States and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Cluster,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.