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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.