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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Erykah Badu 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.