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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.