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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Wings,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.