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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.