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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 organ 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Wire,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.