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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.