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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.