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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.