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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic 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?
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.