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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.