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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.