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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
DNA,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.