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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.