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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Can,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.