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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.