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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Monks,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.