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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.