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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.