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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.