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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.