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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.