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 Ireland and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.