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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.