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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.