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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Whodini. 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 grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.