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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.