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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.