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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.