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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.