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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.