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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.