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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.