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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Moebius,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.