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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Yaz,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.