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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.