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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.