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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
a-ha,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.