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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.