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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.