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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.