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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.