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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.