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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.