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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.