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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.