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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.