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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
The Index,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.