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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.