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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.