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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.