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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.