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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.