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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.