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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.