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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 Inner City to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.