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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.