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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Ossler,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.