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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Wire,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
June Days,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.