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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Jandek,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.