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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.