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 Portugal and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.