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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.