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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Television,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.