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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Index,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.