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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.