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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
JFA,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.