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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.