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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.