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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.