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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
UT,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.