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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Television,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Monolake,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.