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 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.