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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.