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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.