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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.