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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.