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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.