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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.