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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.