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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
ABC,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.