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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.