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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.