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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Quantec,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.