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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.