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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.