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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.