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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.