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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.