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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.