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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Fear,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.