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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
the Germs,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.