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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
The Names,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.