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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.