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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.