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 Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.