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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.