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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flipper 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Wire,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.