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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.