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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.