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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Nico,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.