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 Ghana 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.