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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.