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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.