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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.