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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Television,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.