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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.