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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Clear Light,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.