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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.