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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.