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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.