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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.