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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.