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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.