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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.