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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.