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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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.