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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Q65,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.