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 Luxembourg 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.