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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Brick to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.