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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.