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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.