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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.