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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.