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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.