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 Tunisia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.