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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.