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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Symarip,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.