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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.