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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
The Index,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.