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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.