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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.