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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.