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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Index,
The Litter,
AZ,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.