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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.