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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
June of 44,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.