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 Madagascar 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Inner City,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.