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 Oman 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Pole,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.