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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.