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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.