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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Wire,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.