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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.