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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.