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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
PIL,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Q65,
Subhumans,
UT,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.