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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.