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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
ABC,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.