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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.