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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.