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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.