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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.