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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.