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 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.