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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.