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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Niagra,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.