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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.