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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.