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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.