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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.