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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Faust,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
June Days,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.