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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.