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 Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.