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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.