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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
DNA,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
The Associates,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.