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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.