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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Magma,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.