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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.