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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.