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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.