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 Romania 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.