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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
AZ,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.