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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.