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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Can,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.