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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.