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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.