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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.