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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.