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 Sweden and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.