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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.