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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.