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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.