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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.