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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.