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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.