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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.