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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.