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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.