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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Index,
This Heat,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.