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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.