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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.