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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.