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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Zapp,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.