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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.