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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the crunk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.