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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Brick,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.