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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.