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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.