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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.