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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.