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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.