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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.