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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Pole,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.