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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.