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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.