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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.