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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.