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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.