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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.