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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 London and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.