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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.