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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.