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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.