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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.